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When they say "happiness", everyone think about different things,
Ones about money, others about love, I think about your lips.
Don't see sense in complaining about it -
Well, what to do, if it's true, happiness lives in your kiss.
It takes place in your hands when you touch my legs,
When you make my pale cheeks blush red,
When you say such compliments, no one would create -
This is what happiness made of...
*chorus*
Happiness' in countryside's river,
On a yellow corn field,
In the first snowfall,
In an unexpected night call.
Happiness' in the fall of the leaf,
In the autumn chill,
In the stars scattered in the sky,
In the pale moonlight.
Happiness' in May's first rain,
It hides in warm sand,
Suddenly appears behind the corner,
It can take any form, oh oh...
Don't give a damn about fame, money and the best champagne
If my body feels your touches and breath.
Copies of Salomon are forgotten
If my head feels your shoulder.
Not any of drugs' high can be compared to my heart beating
When you're in my sight of seeing.
*chorus*
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Tell me who can resist your beauty,
The way you smile?
I had a feeling I'd been loosing
Something I called life.
And me couldn't stand in shadow,
I heard an invisible voice.
Life is not crossing a meadow,
I should know I made right choice.
Nothing would be the same again,
Once you saw heaven you won't find the way to get back.
When they say ancient people knew nothing,
They were happier than us, they knew what love is.
*chorus*
Let's back in old times,
Turn into animals and just enjoy our love.
Receipt of happiness is such a simple thing -
Once people will know it and realize how to live.
You're nature's piece of art -
From your toes to your ears.
You like an oasis where I try to run,
But anyway you're impossible to reach.
Now you can see me hurting, crying,
I haven't felt such pain yet.
Complaining about life looks so funny
Until it comes to yourself.
When they say ancient people knew nothing,
They were happier than us, they knew what love is.
*chorus*
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